Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yan Huan wasn't worried about being surrounded or attacked; she could run away. She just felt sorry for the fan next to her, because even if she ran away, the fan might still be arrested and questioned.

After much thought, Yan Huan came up with a compromise.

"Okay, I have an idea!"

"What?" Sangbo asked in confusion.

The next moment, a blue-haired guy was kicked down from the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

With a huge scream, Sambo watched helplessly as the ground grew larger and larger, his face turning deathly pale with fear.

He immediately pulled out two curved knives, planting one into the wall next to him as a cushion.

"Look, that wanted criminal has been thrown down! Let's chase after him!!"

The hound's sergeant rushed toward Sambo.

Seeing this, the two people floating in the air on the luxury car immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"They really came to arrest him! That scared me to death!" Yan Huan exclaimed, reclining in her chair.

"I knew it! How could those cops be targeting me again?"

"It makes me feel like I've actually committed a crime."

boom--

The next moment, a loud crash echoed through the streets.

"..."

……

Looking at the two wrecked Stellite Falcons, Gallagher glanced at both sides of the accident with a sense of helplessness.

On one side were Yan Huan and Liu Ying, and on the other side... was a man in a white suit.

The surrounding crowd immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"Oh my god, someone actually hit Mr. Sunday with their car...!"

"How much compensation will this require?"

"Pay compensation? The death penalty is the answer!!"

Chapter 620 If you dare touch her, I'll kill her!

"Stop right there! Where do you two think you're going?!"

This time, it wasn't just members of the hound family that joined the hunt; many dream chasers invited to the Harmony Festival also participated.

After all, given his Sunday status, if he could establish a connection with the head of the Oak family through this, he would be making a huge profit.

"..."

Seeing the crowd surging in from all directions, Yan Huan and Liu Ying were both somewhat bewildered.

Oh no, I hit the most handsome man in Pinocchio.

The firefly looked around warily, especially in the direction of Sunday.

Now that they've run into the head of the Oak family, things probably won't end so easily.

So, Firefly slowly reached into her pocket, as if she were groping for something.

The next moment, a gun was pressed against the back of her head.

"...?"

Liu Ying looked blankly at the black mecha man beside her.

The latter shouted:

"Don't move! Don't move at all!!"

Yan Huan, now clad in black mecha armor, pressed a pistol against Liu Ying's head and said menacingly:

"Anyone who dares to make a move, I'll kill this little girl!!"

"...?"

Seeing this, Sunday was also a little confused.

These two people crashed their car into themselves, and now they're fighting amongst themselves?

and many more……

"I get it! That silver-haired girl was kidnapped!" a passerby suddenly exclaimed.

"That guy in black, he's probably a terrorist!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone began to whisper among themselves.

"..."

Just when it happened to be Sunday, both Yan Huan's and Liu Ying's faces were exposed.

If Yan Huan were to run away with Liu Ying right now, it would be easy for Yan Huan to switch to a new account, but Liu Ying would have no chance of staying in the Iris family.

After much thought, Yan came up with the idea of ​​playing the role of a robber.

If this silver-haired fan is the victim, things will be much safer afterwards.

"Um..." Liu Ying was about to say something when Yan Huan interrupted her:

"Oh ho? The hostage still wants to talk?!"

"You don't respect me, do you?!"

"..."

Noticing that Yan Huan was pressing the gun barrel against her forehead even harder, Liu Ying helplessly shut her mouth.

"Hey you over there... the one with chicken wings on his head, yes, that's you!!"

"...?"

“Me?” Sunday pointed to himself in surprise.

"Yes, it's you!!" Yan Huan shouted at Sunday:

"If you don't want this girl to die, prepare 10 billion credits for me right now, or I'll kill her right in front of you!"

"..."

As soon as this word came out, the audience was silent.

Even the hounds, who had been a little nervous just moments before, fell silent.

Immediately, someone chuckled.

"Hahahaha... What a joke! The family's dream world is absolutely safe, how could death possibly occur there?"

"This robber must be new to Pinocchio, right? He doesn't even know that?!"

"He's actually a newbie!"

"...?" Yan Huan was somewhat surprised by what the people around her were saying.

Death doesn't happen in dreams?

That seems reasonable...

The next moment, Yan Huan changed her tune again, this time with a fierce tone:

"Hehe, I was just joking!"

"Now I'm serious! If you don't give me the money, I'll keep this girl here forever!"

Immediately, he snapped his fingers.

pat-

A passerby closest to him suddenly floated up, and a golden cage appeared around his body, imprisoning him firmly.

"Like this!!"

Seeing this, the others gradually became serious.

"This is... an ability that works even in dreams? It seems to target the mind or soul..."

"...It could also be a memory."

Seeing this, Sunday silently instructed the waiter who had rushed over:

"Check that gentleman's hotel room to see if it's truly impossible to wake him from his dream."

"Yes!"

The waiter immediately exited the dream.

He returned quickly, giving a tense Sunday report:

"Oh no, sir! No matter what we try, we can't wake him from his dream!"

“We even moved him out of the Dream Pool, but he remained unconscious!”

Upon hearing this, Sunday's expression turned serious.

He glanced at the black figure holding Liu Ying hostage ahead, then regained his composure and stepped forward with a smile:

"Hehe~ Please don't get excited, my friend. Since you've come to Pinocone, you're a guest of the family."

"Since you are a guest, you can tell me if you have any difficulties. Why make things difficult for an innocent lady?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I want money!" Yan Huan said disdainfully.

"I also want fifty more Stealth Peregrine luxury extended limousines!! In addition, three million bottles of classic Sorida!!"

"..."

Hearing Yan Huan's request, the surrounding dream chasers couldn't help but sigh.